7 More Days...

I'm sure that there are people who look at the last seven days before surgery as their last seven days of freedom - freedom to eat whatever they want in the quantities they want.  I'm choosing to look at it a different way - my last seven days imprisoned by this weight...so, I am being very, very cautious about the foods I am choosing - high protein, low carbs.  Drinking the fluids like I should be.  Avoiding difficult situations. 

Obesity IS a prison - I cannot wear the clothes I want to wear.  I can't wait until I can find a pair of jeans that fits!  Or I can walk in and buy something off the rack - that doesn't look like a tent.  I cannot do the things I want to do.  Monday I did a lot of walking around the hospital, completing all of the pre-op stuff.  I was exhausted Monday night, and even more so yesterday.  I went to bed at 8:30 last night - and still had difficulty dragging myself out of bed this morning.  It wasn't THAT much walking.  I cannot travel like I want.  I cannot even imagine not having to ask for a seat belt extender on a plane. 

People are constantly asking me if I am excited - or nervous.  I'm excited about the possibilities.  But I'm nervous too - not so much about the surgery.  I have had many surgeries, and this one sounds like it will be much less involved than most of my other surgeries.  But nervous about afterwards - oh yes!  Can I do this?  Will I do this?  I have to say, there are moments that I have my doubts.  But I also have to say, I have never wanted anything like I want this.  And I have friends who want this for me, too - they are constantly cheering for me, encouraging me, holding me accountable.  I have a family who is behind this - my parents have been great, and will do everything they can to make this work for me.  And my husband - wow - what a support he has been.  He resisted this for a long time.  He didn't want me to go through more surgery - and he knew some people who had walked this road, and for whatever reason - were not successful.  But as things have fallen into place, he has seen a lot of success stories.  He has gone with me to every doctor's appointment - asked many questions.  He is my rock, and will be for a long time.  And above all of this - I have my God.  I'm trusting Him to wrap His arms around me and strengthen me.  With all of these people behind me - how can I do anything but succeed?